Poem Of The Week: 'Digging' By Seamus Heaney - between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests

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Analysis of Poem Digging by Seamus Heaney | Owlcation between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests


Between my finger and my thumb. The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound. When the spade sinks into gravelly ground.

Between my finger and my thumb. The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound. When the spade sinks into.

Seamus Heaney's famous poem "Digging" opens with these lines. Of course, most of the poem is not about how writing is like a gun but about how a pen is like a spade. Notice that it's even the pen, and not the hand, that seems to have agency: "the pen rests.".

Digging Between my finger and my thumb. The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound. When the spade.